A/N Hi all, welcome to the great rewrite of 2019! This was one of my first fan fictions and still one of my favourites. I started it when I was 13! To my existing readers, I love you! I hope it's been long enough since you started this story, that you have forgotten it all and can read along and enjoy it all over again. To new readers, welcome! It will be a soft rewrite, it is a campy, romantic story about time travel and drama- and I like it that way! But there may or may not be a new ending on the cards. I called it AU when it was originally written (pre pottermore, fantastic beasts, cursed child) so it is definitely gonna be AU now! I am aiming to upload chapters three times a week. The original total was 60+ chapter so buckle up, looking forward to exploring this story with you again after all these years x

Chapter One – No goodbyes

"Are you sure we have enough books?"

"You know, that was exactly what I was thinking."

"I am looking at a categorised and cross referenced list of the 127 reference books you've got in that handbag, Granger. Believe it or not I was being sarcastic."

"Enough, the pair of you," Albus Dumbledore said crisply, for once his pace was hurried. Usual serenity forgotten. He arrived just as Hermione took one of the smaller tomes scattered around her and launched it at Cedric's face. "Your organisational skill is unparalleled, my dear. I have every confidence in you. But I am afraid time is of the essence, Bellatrix has arrived. It is only a matter of time before the wards are breached."

The brunette sighed wearily, bringing her slender hand to her forehead and massaging her temples. How had she, Hermione Granger by just nineteen years old become one of the last surviving members of the order of the phoenix. She was the daughter of two dentists, for Merlin's sake. "We are ready, we can do this," Cedric said, but is voice had an odd tone to it, pleading them to believe him. He laid a hand on her shoulder. "It's going to be alright."

Hermione didn't have the heart to tell him nothing had been alright for the last four years, and it would be a miracle if suddenly their luck turned around. He, like Hermione had been altered by the war, though it had not changed him as much, he had not witnessed the same tragedy she had, although he had experienced far more than any young man of his age should have. His optimism hadn't waned. This plan gave him purpose.

"You're right," she managed to say. "Not that we have a choice," she added under her breath.

"That's the spirit Hermione," Albus said, clasping his wizened hands. He hadn't called her Miss Granger in a great many years, they had been comrades in arm for too long. He viewed Cedric and Hermione as his equals, but foremost as his friends. "It is time to begin."

Hermione and Cedric had been paired in the order for over two years now, as was the custom in the order. Everyone had a partner-someone to look out for them, to go on missions with. To bring their bodies back. Cedric and Hermione had been thrown together at first- when it was announced after basic training, Harry and Ron had clung to each other without a second's thought. In the end they had fought together and died together. It still hurt to think about them.

It had taken Cedric and Hermione time to adjust to each other's company and style of magic, but as their friendship and trust in each other grew so did the magic they were able to perform together. Cedric was different to her old friends in a very significant way, like Harry brimming with natural talent of course, but he worked hard. Hermione had been alone in her late night study for many years. But with him as her partner they both excelled. Spellcasting, brewing, sparring all day. Reading until the small hours. He had a work ethic like hers, their partnership was more successful than her and Harry or Ron could ever have been.

Hermione rose from the mouldering carpet of Grimmauld Place. "We have a few more things to settle before we can leave," she informed them, straightening her aching back with a satisfying crack. She perched herself on the arm of Cedric's chair, who slid his arm around her automatically, holding her steady though she did not need his assistance. "We cannot turn up looking like this," she said giving Albus a pointed look, before casting her eyes down at Cedric. "Well, maybe you can," she said observing his black slacks, white dress shirt and polished brown leather shoes. Cedric rarely dressed down. "Close your eyes Albus, you need more than a new haircut."

He was smiling as he closed his eyes. It struck her for a moment what a show of trust that was. She twirled her wand in a graceful circular motion around his face and they watched in fascination as he transformed. His long silver hair reddened to stark auburn, his beard shrunk back toward his chin and his wrinkles smoothed before their eyes.

"How do you feel?" Cedric asked.

"Quite well,," he replied, surveying himself in the gilt mirror above the hearth, prodding his cheek with one of his long fingers.

"Excellent," Hermione said happily as she walked over toward the fireplace where a large, gold, gilded mirror hung, with a sigh she stabbed her wand at her long wavy hair. She watched with a slightly sad expression on her face as her disorderly mane of voluminous waves and curls sprang into sleek barrels. With another sigh she pointed her wand half-heartedly at her jeans and vest top, cringing at the thought that she would be wearing skirts for a long time now. Once her outfit had changed into a red dress with a high neckline and flouncing skirt that ended at the knee she looked round to Cedric. "Alright?" she asked. The sarcastic retort was hot Cedric's lips, but he didn't have the heart.

"You look great, Granger. Still you."

"Are you ready?" Dumbledore asked solemnly. "Said all your goodbyes."

"There is no one to say goodbye to," Hermione said, emotionlessly running her nails across her bottom lip, Cedric looked at the floor uneasily. Dumbledore nodded slightly, he knew they were right, they could not say goodbye to their parents or friends, they were all gone. In fact if they wanted to they couldn't even say farewell to the Dark Lord, he had gone down taking Harry and Ron with him. The world was torn into tribes of battling wizards and magical creatures, with the ministries fallen and no one in charge there was a constant battling for power and authority, with Britain at the heart of the conflict. "In that case we shall waste no time," Dumbledore said coldly, brandishing his wand. The scrolls and books which were on the floor all flew into Hermione's small bag which she then put on so the strap was secure across her body.

"Ready?" Cedric asked softly, gazing at Hermione, trying to find some sort of emotion in her expression, he found none. She nodded once. Dumbledore rose from his armchair and placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder; Hermione in turn grasped Cedric's hand tightly. He squeezed it back in reassurance, though he wasn't sure if it was more for her or him.

"On the count of three?" Dumbledore checked, fishing into his pocket for a long golden chain.

They gathered around the doorway.

"One," Hermione breathed.

"Two," Cedric said resolutely.

"Three," Dumbledore smashed the time turner hard against the wood of the door, it split with a tremendous roar, like blood in your ears. "Miscentur Tempus." His voice was barely audible over the noise of the spell, though he bellowed it. Deep purple magic swept in tendrils from the cracks around the door, they had to brace themselves against the wind. Hermione's eyes were screwed shut. An excruciating heat burned within her, exploding her nerve endings. She stole a desperate look at Cedric as silent tears streamed down her face, but she saw nothing that comforted her, his face was contorted in pain.

"Now!" Dumbledore shouted. On his command, Cedric pushed forward, wrenching open the door. Hermione's knuckles were stained white with the force on which she was holding onto him. With gritted teeth they took a shuddering step through the threshold.

There was a moment of nothing, a void between worlds.

A/N Thanks for tuning in, you can also join me on Wattpad (I'm pjashr), in my WIP I may have lifted the character of Tom Riddle and created a whole new world for him to exist and cause mayhem in- and I didn't even bother to change his name from Tom because I'm lazy as hell. But before you do, let me know if you're a returning or new reader in a review! Have a good one x